| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I dream of a fast forward button for my own life (does not everyone?) but I know that would be the most tragic sort of mistake. to not feel it, not walk through it-- this is what softens the edges of who we are. sunday was a good day: a big party where the love was overflowing and the important people of our lives came out to dip strawberries in a big chocolate fountain and hug us and say goodbye.
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